[ Right, opposing sides. Factions or whatever. He's never had too much problem addressing one of problems, but Dante had hoped that the days of sticking his nose between people who thought themselves worthy of wielding power over others were over.

Of course it wouldn't be that simple. ]

Mmm.

[ Dante gives a thoughtful hum as he purses his lips, stroking his chin once again. ]

So that's what they're butting heads over, is it? Arguing over whether magic wands or loaded guns are going to save their problems?

[ He'd like to think it's deeper than that, but sometimes it really isn't as complicate as he imagines. ]